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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I think the Great Shift was meant to happen in 1999. I, however, am not all that great at remembering things I didn't much care about 12 years ago, so I wrote this story as if it happened in the present day. Hope you can all still enjoy it! It started off like any other day on the Mizzou campus. Well, the morning might have been a bit colder, but otherwise, fairly normal. That's why I figure it must've been science or aliens or something. It definitely wasn't an Act of God. If it was, there would've been some sort of indication. You know how dogs and cats and stuff always act up during a storm? Something like that. But I digress. The morning, as with all mornings, started pretty hectically. I woke up at 7:45, got dressed, grabbed a Pop-Tart and a nice hot cup of Calculus. Just what I need in the morning. No, that's not sarcasm you're detecting; I love math. I declared it as my major. I've always been pretty smart, but I was best at math. Well, math and music. I didn't play anything cool though, mostly clarinet and cello, occasionally saxophone. I could compose symphonies like Bach, write lyrics like the Beatles, and drop beats like Biggie, but my fingers were too clumsy to pick up the guitar or the piano. C'est la vie, I suppose. After Calc, I had a two hour break before my music class, which I used to shower and do most of the things you do before your first class. I'm sure my calculus classmates figured I was just a slob. Oh well, you win some, you lose some. After my shower and a bit of practicing, I got a call from my parents. My mom was a short Pakistani woman at 5'1". My dad was a 6'1" black man. My grandfather had converted to Islam and had never changed his name like some do. Hence my name, Sean Miller. It was actually "Shan"; Arabic for dignity, but I figured Sean would be easier for people. We talked for a little while before I headed off to my music theory class. I would've liked Music Theory more if it hadn't been two hours long. I dealt with the length though, because that was where I got to see Megan Taylor for two hours every day. Megan wasn't the hottest girl I'd ever seen, but she was the most beautiful. Smart, witty, just a bit nerdy, and she played guitar. There's something sexy about a girl who plays guitar. She was only a couple of inches shorter than me, so 5'7", and she had perfect naturally curly brown hair. Oh, and her breasts were nice too, but I'm not that creepy guy who figures out a girl's measurements before I get to know her very well. I had a crush on her from the day I met her through my friends Dan and Steve who lived on her floor, and we'd definitely talked before, but not much. We were friends on facebook, but not much more. I wasn't even sure that she knew my name. When the teacher asked us about our instrumental preferences, I said cello instead of clarinet so that I could sit near Megan in the strings section. After Music, a spot of lunch, and then it was off to Economics. I would've liked Econ more if Megan Taylor was in it. I usually sat in the back of the lecture hall with Dan, Steve, and another friend, Luke. Luke Kim was a Korean music major who played the viola. Steve Chandler was mostly Mexican and cursed with the whitest name ever. Dan Houlihan was white; He said he was Irish, but white is white. I went to high school with Dan, and Steve was his roommate. Luke lived next to them. We hardly ever paid attention in that class and usually got our notes from someone else anyway. After I was done with classes for the day, I headed home to grab my workout clothes and bumped into Kelly O'Connor at the front desk. Kelly was the R.A. for my floor, though I'm not sure how she managed to get the job without actually doing any work. It was probably because she was a freaking supermodel. That's no exaggeration; Kelly lived in New York and had modeled for tons of major magazines over the summer. I'm not even sure why she was going to Mizzou. I had to assume she was doing journalism, since there was no good reason for her to come here otherwise. Kelly was taller than me, at 5'11" but she always wore heels that made her even taller and made her 34D breasts look even bigger. Like I said, I'm not creepy, she just flaunted it all the time. I'm pretty sure she wore a tanktop with "34D" written across the chest once. Kelly, as far as I could tell, was a junior, and she always found the nerd boys to do her homework and R.A. assignments for her. As I got to the front desk, I noticed she was talking on the phone, when she noticed me waiting for her. "Hey, Katie, I've gotta go, there's some loser at the desk. I'll call you right back, k?" She said, turning to me. "What do you want, Miller?" "Hello to you too, Kelly. I got a message about a package." "Ugh, hold on," she groaned, as she turned around and went into the back room to look for my package. I got a nice look at the word "JUICY" written across her shorts as she bent down to pick it up, but pretended to look away when she turned around with the large envelope. "Seen Miller," she said, handing me the package. "You need to sign here." "It's Sean," I responded, signing the paper on the clipboard. "You should know this; you're Irish." "Whatever," she ignored me, dialing her phone to get back to her juicy gossip. "OMG, so Katie..." her voice trailed off as I headed up the stairs. I opened up my envelope, but I knew what to expect. It was a cleverly nerdy t-shirt. Doc's DeLorean crashing into the Doctor's TARDIS. Hilarious. I re-folded the shirt and put it into my T-shirt drawer, then grabbed an old shirt and sweatpants and hit the rec center. On my way, I saw Abby Johnston and Alex Graham, two high school senior girls who had been in my AP Chemistry class. They were visiting the campus, considering enrolling in the fall. I'd had a crush on Alex in high school and damn, was she still hot! I guess I've got a thing for brunettes. We exchanged pleasantries, before I entered the Rec Center. After a light workout, I checked the scale. "186, not bad," I thought. "Now if only it wasn't all fat." I grabbed the flab that was hanging over my pants and frowned. I held that frown all the way back to my dorm room, where I did what any disappointed young man would do. I opened up my laptop, grabbed a box of Kleenex, and pulled up one of my favorite websites when I felt an earthquake and everything went dark. My eyes opened slowly as I realized I was in the dining hall near my dorm, Plaza 900. I'd heard of passing out afterwards, but not before. And passed-out-walking? I mean, I'd sleepwalked in the past, but not to this extent. Though it would explain why it felt like I was wearing boxers, but shoes? I looked down and saw that I was wearing my regular Converse All-Stars, but smaller, and I seemed to be wearing ankle socks, which I did not own. I also appeared to be wearing faded jean shorts. They were quite short as well. I was also wearing some sort of poncho and I felt something underneath, at which point I realized that I was wearing a bra. Also, I was not near as dark-skinned as I remembered. It was at that point that I heard tons of people screaming and frenzied. I calmly checked my chest and felt, yup. Breasts. I put my hands down my shorts, but knew what to expect. I'd worn shorts like these once as part of a joke in high school and they were uncomfortable in a certain area. As my hands reached under my underwear, I felt a slit and quickly pulled my hand out. I grabbed the purse that was sitting next to me, reached inside, and found a mirror. I opened it up and looked at my face. Shit. I looked at the beautiful face I had seen so many times before. Those blue eyes that I wished I could stare into more often. That beautiful brown hair that seemed to always work in any style, even after a bad haircut. I was Megan Taylor. I. was Megan. FUCKING. TAYLOR. Fuck. I watched as half of the people seemed to run towards the bathroom, while the other moved towards the exit. I ruffled through the purse to make sure it belonged to Megan, then slowly stood up. I stepped over a crying man, who I assume was formerly a girl, and headed towards the emergency exit. If this wasn't an emergency, I don't know what is. I considered going to Megan's dorm, but I headed towards mine instead. I figured the elevators and stairs would be clogged, so I headed up on of the flights closer to the edges of the building, where I only ran into a few people. I made it to my room with less trouble than I'd thought. I suppose everybody was off exploring their new equipment, but there would be time for that later. I made it back to my room and opened the door, which I kept unlocked, and boy was I glad I did. "Hey, Megan, look, I don't know what's going on, but we should probably turn on the news and try to figure this out." I found Megan to be... umm... well, using those Kleenex. "Megan, what the hell!?" The person I believed to be Megan looked up at me and asked, "who are you? And who is Megan?" "I'm Sean Miller, and you're in my body. I'm in Megan Taylor's. I thought you were her. Who are you?" "Wait, I'm Sean Miller now? EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW..." "Gee... thanks..." "...EW EW EW EW EW." "Yeah, I got that, so who are you again?" "I'm Kelly! Kelly O'Connor!" "Kelly O'Connor, the R.A.?" "Yes!" she started crying "Wait, so you started... doing that before you even saw who you were?" "Umm... Yes..." Slut, I thought. "I.. uh.. I think you should try and get back to your room." I pushed Kelly out of the room and immediately after I turned on my roommate's TV, I heard a phone, but it wasn't mine. It was coming from the purse I'd grabbed. "Hello?" I answered tentatively "Hello, who is this?" I heard a familiar female voice ask "Um.." I thought whether I should tell her my real name or the name of the body I was in. "This is Megan," I went with the latter "Megan who?" "Megan Taylor." "That's impossible. I'm Megan Taylor." "Megan? Oh my god. Are you okay, are you hurt? I'm in your body, what's happening? Where are you? Whose body are you in?" "I'm fine. I don't know who's body I'm in, but I'm in the Student Center. Who is this?" "This is Sean Miller. I woke up in your body. Come to Excellence Hall, Room 316." "Okay. I'll call you when I get there." I turned the volume up on the TV to see what the news knew. I figured local news would be my best bet, so I tuned into NBC. "If you're just tuning in, we have just experienced what we are calling The Switch," the woman said. "According to preliminary reports, at least 80% of the country has switched bodies." The newscaster's name came up on the screen as Robert Small, who I recognized as the mid-50s black man who usually did the news on NBC, but what I saw was a woman who was maybe 2-3 years older than me, probably an intern or a junior reporter. "We're getting reports that this is not simply nationwide, but worldwide. The BBC is reporting swaps at 90%, and we're getting reports from Australia as well." I let the news run for thirty more minutes, during which time, my roommate came in with his girlfriend. They had been out on a date, it seemed, as he was wearing a dress shirt and slacks, and she was holding heels and wearing a little black dress, which she seemed uncomfortable in. I correctly deduced that they had done a 1:1 swap, something that had been reported as more common with two people who were in physical contact, so it wasn't hard to imagine what they had been doing when they switched. I switched to CNN, where they dubbed the phenomenon "The Great Shift" approximated the shifted at 95%, when I got a call from Megan that she was outside my door. I opened it up, and realized why her voice had been so familiar. What. the. fuck. Megan Taylor, the girl who I'd had a crush on for all of six months and whose body I now inhabited, had shifted into the body of Alexandra Graham. The girl who I'd had a crush on for 2 years and was finally getting over. And she looked hotter when she was disheveled. "Megan, is that you?" "No, you're me. I don't know who I am." "You're Alex Graham. I went to high school with her. Are you okay? What took so long?" "There's cars crashing in the streets, people running every which way, human sacrifice, dogs and cats--" "Living together, mass hysteria!" We finished together. "God, that's hot," I said, grabbing her and pulling her close as I locked into a deep, passionate kiss. My sensitive breasts squeezed against hers, our tongues interlocking. The kiss seemed to last for days, hours, minutes, but after a few seconds, Megan pulled away. "I'm not sure I can..." she started, but then lost herself and said "oh, what the hell" and kissed me again. I pulled her into the room, closed the door behind her, and we fell onto my bed, my knee wedged in her legs, our hands up each others' shirts, each about to take of the other's bra, her panties already out from under her skirt and halfway down her legs. I felt an unfamiliar wetness between my legs, when I heard my roommate's girlfriend... or rather, my roommate, loudly clear his throat before hearing the sound that came out of him and burying his face back into his former body. Megan and I pulled away, a bit embarrassed and we both started fixing our hair. "I've been wanting you to do that for 5 months," Megan whispered to me as we sat back up on the bed "I've been wanting to for six," I responded, which prompted us both to giggle a very girlish giggle. "How the hell are you taking this so lightly?" My roommate stood up, furiously. He had taken off the dress and thrown on one of his own, now comically large, t-shirts. "I'm a girl! You're a girl! We've got pussies! AND TITS!" he grabbed his own new ample assets as if I couldn't see them. "I don't know. I guess I'm just a calm guy. There's not much we can do about the situation, so there's no point getting all worked up about it. Plus," I said. "If I'm going to become a girl, I might as well become the most beautiful girl in the world. And it doesn't hurt that she's still pretty damn cute too." Megan put her head on my shoulder and smiled at this He stood there for a second, thinking about what I said, then looked down at his breasts again and leaned back into his former shoulder. "Or maybe there is." Megan giggled again and gave me a peck on the lips. "How are you taking this so well?" I asked her. "What? Not like I changed much. I'm a year younger and a few inches shorter." "I meant me. How can you kiss me so easily? I look like you." "Oh. Well, I guess I was always kind of a loner when I was younger. I was a bit chubbier, I had braces and big glasses and not many friends. I would look in the mirror and always wished there was another of me that I could be friends with and hug and kiss and be with forever. And it doesn't hurt that the person who became me was someone I had a huge crush on," she said, grabbing my arm and nudging into me. We kissed again and decided that we should head to her room and see what happened to her roommate and our friends. We walked over to Hatch Hall and I swiped Megan's key card to get into the building, and we took another side stairwell, though the chaos had died down and the elevators were mostly clear. We got up to the third floor and entered the lounge, where everyone had gathered. The Hatch R.A.s, James and Jessie, had switched with each other and had handed out name tags to everyone to recognize who was who. I always figured James was a smart guy. Jessie, in James' body, came over to me and hugged me, saying "Megan! You're okay!" "Umm.. I'm not Megan, I'm Sean Miller. She's Megan," I said, gesturing to her. Jessie did a once over on me and said "Oh," then she went around me to hug Megan. Jessie never liked me much; James did. I went over to him and got nametags for Megan and myself and wrote our names on them. I handed Megan hers and said, "I'm going to go find Steve, Dan, and Luke. Think you'll be okay without me, hot stuff?" "I'll be fine, sexy." We kissed again to the delight of some of the boys and former boys, and I maneuvered through the small crowd to find Steve, wearing a nametag that read "Steve Chandler." "So I guess you're one of the 5%" "They're saying 7%, actually," he said, getting a look at my nametag. "Sean? Dude! You're... hot." "You think?" I asked giving him a bit of a twirl. "Well," he said. "You wanted to be close to Megan. Guess you are now." "In more ways than one," I winked. "Sly dog. And all it took was becoming a girl." "Ha ha. Very funny," I rolled my eyes. "She apparently had a crush on me too. Guess I should've acted sooner. "Where are Dan and Luke?" I asked Steve, looking around for them. "Ah, they shifted with each other. They're around here somewhere." "Wait, you mean they were..." I trailed off, knowing what usually caused a 1:1 swap "Arm wrestling. They were arm wrestling. Dan was winning, as usual. Guess it won't be so usual any more." I smiled as I thought of Dan in Luke's much weaker body. He was always proud of his bulk and lifted weights every other day. I think even I could take him now, even in my new body. You didn't need big muscles to play the viola, so Luke didn't have them. I found Dan in the corner, sulking, and Luke flexing his new muscles for anybody who would look. "Guess you got the short end of the stick, eh?" I asked, nudging Dan. in the stomach. "Looks like you lost yours," he responded, noticing my name tag. I gave him a light punch to the gut, something he would have barely felt in his old body, but I heard him grunt in Luke's. "Sorry, man. Looks like you have some serious weight training to do." "Nah, I mostly did that stuff to live up to my dad." Dan's dad had been a hulking man. He was only 5'8" or so, but I swear he could lift a car. He wasn't even that ripped, but he was definitely strong. "Apparently, he switched with Mr. K." "Wow, really?" "Yeah." Mr. K had been our middle school science teacher. He was a tall, lanky guy and I don't think he'd ever seen a dumbbell in his life. "Apparently, there was a parent-teacher conference that my dad went to with my brothers." "What happened to them?" "Switched with each other." Derrick and Jeffrey were only 2 years apart. I doubt they'd have much problem adjusting. It was at this point, talking to Dan about his family, that I realized I hadn't yet called my own family. I headed towards a less noisy area and started dialing, at which point Megan found me. "What's up, babe?" "I just realized. I haven't called my family yet. I need to see if they're okay." "Want me to sit with you?" "That'd be nice," I replied, with a peck on the mouth. We found a couch as I called my house. After 3 rings, a woman picked up. "Hello?" "Mom?" "Sarah, is that you?" she thought I was my brother's wife. "No mom, it's Sean." "Sean! Oh baby Sean, are you okay?" "Yeah mom, I shifted into this girl I know, Megan." "She's not your girlfriend, is she?" "No, mom," I said, looking at Megan, hoping she didn't hear the question. My mom had been a strict muslim mother before the Shift and I didn't want her to hate Megan immediately. "Well, why not?" I sat, stunned at the question my mother had just asked me. When she'd found out my brother had a girlfriend, she'd flipped shit. I figured this would be the same. "Honey," she said, "I'm not sure what's right or wrong any more. I've become Sandy, the Nails' daughter from next door, your father is missing, and I don't think anything we've done in life has prepared us for this. If you like this girl, and if she'll have you, looking like her, then go for it." "I love you mom." "I love you, too." "Any news on Adam?" "Nothing yet, but you'll be the first to know." "Thanks mom," I hung up and kissed Megan again. "I love you." "I know." "You just keep getting hotter." She smiled a devilish smile and led me into her room, where we finished what we'd started in mine. Two weeks after the incident, everybody had started to adjust. the phone and internet lines were reliable again and rooms had been reassigned, with Megan and I now sharing a room. For the first week, she kept me in skirts to get me used to them, and this week, she had me in dresses, though I managed to convince her to let me wear a dark denim miniskirt today. We were mostly sharing her wardrobe, as Alex's body was only 3 inches shorter than her old one, but relatively similar in size otherwise. Alex, we'd found out, had shifted into Abby Johnston's body, and Abby into Kelly O'Connor's. Kelly was reluctant to hand her clothes over to Abby, but she managed to get enough of a wardrobe until she could buy some new clothes. Alex and Abby were practically the same size, but she did promise Megan some of her clothes when we made it back to St. Louis. Megan was happy for the excuse to go to the local mall and pick out some new clothes for both herself and me with the money we'd gotten from the government, which was sent to everybody who had shifted into a new gender. I was happy to wear her old clothes, but she was adamant that we get some new outfits, and I found that I enjoyed the shopping trip. Girls will be girls, I guess. I had managed to alter most of my old t-shirts to fit my new body, mostly girl-sized t-shirts, but I converted a few into t-shirt style dresses. You can find out how to do anything on the internet. Identity Confirmation Centers had been set up across the world and the nearest one was in the Student Center. We noticed that the lines were no longer going outside the building, so we gathered up some friends and went off to make our Shifts legal. There were separate lines for "Shifted" and "Unshifted," so Steve got into the quite short "Unshifted" line and said he'd wait for us downstairs. It was a pretty logical, straightforward process, though it had fallacies. I'd heard about a criminal who posed as a three-year old girl, only to rob her "mother" blind; she was still on the loose. As the line progressed, we all chatted about how our lives had changed in the past few weeks. School had been called off for the time being as authorities attempted to sort out the mess caused by the Shift, both legal ramifications and the cars and bodies now littering the streets. It was the first day that I-70 became open to travel, which was the best route from Columbia to St. Louis and we decided that we'd call our parents and head over the next day. A few days earlier, the Government had announced that there was no way to change people back, which pushed a few people, including Kelly, to commit suicide. It was strange seeing my body dead on the ground, knowing that it wasn't my body any more. I had been devastated. When I saw myself, a pool of blood forming around my head, my arms and legs broken and bent, I broke down right there. Megan had to carry me back to our room, which I imagine to be a difficult task, considering her size. I ended up spending the next day in the room, sobbing my eyes out, but Megan managed to get me through it. It wasn't me anymore. I was a beautiful, strong young woman. That part of my life was behind me. I had to move on. I don't know what I would have done without her. When we got to the front of the line, I took Megan's hand and we walked up to the female clerk, dressed in military uniform. "Name," she asked. "Shan Miller" "Social" I gave her my social security number. "Date of Birth" I gave her my date of birth. "Do you know who you shifted into?" "Megan Taylor." "Is this Miss Taylor?" "Yes, ma'am." "Your social?" She gave the clerk her social security number. "And who did you shift into?" "Alex Graham," I answered for her. "I'm not seeing an Alex Graham here," she said, after searching her computer database. "She's a high school senior at Parkway South in St. Louis." "I'll forward the data on to the center there," she sent out a few keystrokes before turning back to me. "Do you know who shifted into you, Miss Miller?" "Yes, that's Kelly O'Connor." "I see a Kelly O'Connor in Excellence 310, is that her?" "Yes." "She hasn't checked in, do you know where she is." "Um..." I choked a bit. "Deceased," Megan finished for me, holding my hand tighter as I wiped the tears that had started to form in my eyes. "I'm sorry," the clerk said, and it looked like she meant it. "Would either of you like to change your names?" "No," said Megan. "Yes," I replied. "Samantha Veronica," Megan and I had decided to call me Sam a few days after the shift. It wasn't a big jump from Sean and could still be a boy's name. "So, from Shan Ronald Miller to Samantha Veronica Miller, is that correct?" "That's correct." "Miss Miller, if you'd please step in front of the blue backdrop, we can print you a new ID." I did as she said and smiled my best Megan smile, then Megan took my place and did the same. "If you'll just wait over in the ID Processing Area," she gestured to a small group of people sitting on benches, which we headed over to. After a few minutes, most of our friends had joined us too, and after a few more, they finally called our names. "Samantha Miller," I heard as Megan nudged me, reminding me that this was, in fact, me. I guess it would take a bit of getting used to. I took a look at my new ID and smiled with pride at how well it had turned out. I don't think it was possible to take a bad picture of me in my new body. Megan got her ID just after I did and we headed downstairs to meet Steve and wait for our friends. I sat across from Steve to chat a bit. "Aw, damn," Steve sighed as I sat down. "What is it?" I asked. "You've gotten adjusted. Look, you crossed your legs as you sat." I looked down and noticed that I had unconsciously crossed my legs in a feminine manner, as one should when wearing a skirt. "So? What's the big deal?" "Well, I was kind of hoping to get a peek, if you catch my drift." "Perv!" I squealed, jokingly, as I got up to give him a punch in the arm, which I suspect hurt me more than it hurt him. After 15 minutes or so, all of our friends were done, so we headed out to grab a bite to eat. The dining halls were packed, so we piled into our cars and went to Booches for some burgers. Normally, I could put away 4 or 5 of the small burgers Booches served, but I settled for two and could barely get through the second. I did, however, manage to play a good game of pool, despite my new weight balance, taking a nice chunk of cash from the boys. We headed back home and parted ways for the day as Megan and I went on another shopping trip. When we got back from our escapade, it was nearly 7pm, so we went to Plaza for a light dinner, then to Hatch to hang out. By the time it hit 11pm, I was getting a bit tired, so Megan and I said our goodbyes and went back to get a good night's rest, ready for the drive ahead of us. The next morning, we were up at 9 and packed some clothes for the trip. I got dressed in the shorts I had originally woken up in, my Delorean/TARDIS t-shirt, altered to fit me properly, and a pair of black Converse with blue ankle socks. Megan wore a strapless floral sundress and matching wedges. Deciding that I looked a little tomboyish (though not sure if that was necessarily a bad thing) I changed into a light denim miniskirt, and we were out the door by 10. We packed the suitcases into the trunk of my Fiero and I got into the driver's seat. At least some things didn't change. On the two-hour drive to Megan's house in Eureka, we talked about each others' families. Megan's mom had shifted with one of her friends and her dad had shifted into his best friend's wife. Her twin brothers had swapped with each other. She hadn't told them about her shift, just that she was safe and she was in a relationship. My mom, I told her, had shifted into our neighbor's daughter, who had babysat me when I was younger. My dad shifted into a T.A. at his university, Adam Branch. My brother had shifted into his receptionist, Carol, and his wife was unshifted. He was a psychiatrist with a previously small practice, which boomed Post-Shift. He was now going by Anna, with his wife Sarah acting as his receptionist, since Carol and her partner Joan had shifted into the 13-year old boy and girl twins next door. Dad and mom were relatively close in age, 35 and 30, respectively, and mom was a bit of a looker, so they had no trouble staying together. Anna and Sarah were making it work as well. It's funny, we went from a minority family, very proud of our heritage, to a relatively normal white family, albeit with two lesbian daughters. When we'd finally arrived at Megan's house, she told me she wanted to play a little prank on her parents. She stood back a bit while I rang the doorbell. No sooner had the door opened than I was wrapped in a tight embrace by a woman who I assumed was Megan's mother, with a woman who appeared to be her father standing behind her. "Thank goodness you're safe!" she squealed "Mom, dad," Megan spoke up from behind me. "This is my girlfriend, Sam Miller" Megan's mom let go of the hug and looked a little quizzical. "Hi," I said, tentatively. "Sam, as in Samuel?" Mr. Taylor asked. "Sam as in Samantha," Megan replied. "Formerly Sean," I chimed in. Mrs. Taylor came out of her shock and hugged Megan, adding "I'm just glad you're okay, sweetie." Mr. Taylor grabbed my hand and shook it, "How do you do, son?" "Adjusting," I replied. "I can see," he gestured at my choice of clothing. "Your daughter shoved me into the deep end, I can see she gets it from her mother," I said, noticing Mr. Taylor's conservative dress and cardigan. "Come now, ladies," Mrs. Taylor said to the three of us. "I've made lunch." We all headed to the dining area, where Megan's brothers Paul and Greg were fighting. "Boys," Mr. Taylor said in a stern, yet commanding voice. The boys stopped fighting mostly out of confusion. It seemed they still hadn't gotten used to their father's new voice. They also looked quizzically at Megan. "Hey, Megan, who's this?" one asked. "This a new friend?" asked the other. "She's cute," said the first "Cute," balked the second. "She's hot!" "Boys," Mrs. Taylor piped in. "That's your sister, Megan." "Nuh-uh," protested the second, gagging on the though of his previous statement "Then who's that?" inquired the first. "That, dweebs," Megan scowled a bit. "Is Sammie. She's my girlfriend." The boys were pretty quiet after that. We had a nice, pleasant lunch, which I thanked Mrs. Taylor for, after which she told me to call her "mom." I'm sure it was mostly because of my new form, but it made me feel warm inside. We hung around Eureka for a little while (during which I turned at least ten kids on by whooping their asses in Yu-Gi-Oh) before heading back to Megan's house to get ready for dinner at my place. The rest of her family had gone out for some shopping (mostly for Mr. Taylor) so we had the house to ourselves. This made the usual half hour of preparation time take more like an hour and a half as halfway through doing our mascara, one of us would kiss the other, leading to 5 minutes of making out on her bed, after which we'd have to start over and do our hair again. Eventually, we were finally dressed and ready to go to my house in Ballwin. I had worn a dark blue strapless dress with an empire waistline that matched my deep blue eyes. Megan wore a black halter with green accents at the hems and in the stitching. She accentuated it with a pair of black and green sandals with a 3 inch heel that made her look fantastic. The last 15 minutes before we left consisted mostly of her trying to put me in heels and me putting my foot down, even though I knew I'd look fantastic in them, and wearing a pair of blue Converse that matched the dress and socks that matched the waistline. After I'd put them on, Megan admitted that it did look pretty good. I noted that they'd be easier to drive in as well. We put on our jackets and got into the Fiero. We arrived at my house at 7pm, and I rang the doorbell again. The door opened and I saw the form of Cassandra Nails, the chesty girl from next door, but I knew that inside this young buxom blonde was my mother. We gave each other a once over and she took me into her arms in a warm embrace. "You look beautiful, honey," she said to me, beaming with pride, then letting go and looking down me again. "I don't know about your choice in shoes though..." "I tried to get her in at least some flats, but she wouldn't budge," Megan piped in from behind. "Um, mom, dad," I said, tentatively, as if I still wasn't sure if they'd approve. "This is Megan, my girlfriend, and the girl who inhabited this body until only a few weeks ago." "Hello, Megan," my mom greeted with a warm smile. "Oh, you girls must be cold out there. Come in, come in." We entered the house and took off our jackets. My dad took Megan, while I hung my own; I still had to feel like a man somehow. As I started walking to the dining room, my dad put a hand on my shoulder, but quickly withdrew it when he felt my soft, smooth skin. I turned to face him and he looked me over two or three times in disbelief, before giving a deep grunt. "Son," he nodded. "Dad," I replied in turn. I turned to the walk over to the dining room when I heard him say "You really do look beautiful, son." "Thanks dad," I turned to smile at him, but the decided to give him a big hug, standing on my tip toes to reach him. Five weeks after the Shift, school started once again. Everybody was going to get a passing grade, what with the trauma, but most people went to class anyway. That morning, as with all mornings, started pretty hectically. I woke up at 6:45, took my shower, did my hair, got dressed, woke Megan up, grabbed a banana and a nice hot cup of Calculus. Just what I need in the morning. After Calc, I had a two hour break before my music class, which I used to get my makeup done and do most of the things you do before your first class. I'm sure my calculus classmates figured I was just a slob. Oh well, you win some, you lose some. After my shower and a bit of practicing, I headed off to my music class. I would've liked Musicmore if it hadn't been two hours long. I dealt with the length though, because that was where I got to see Megan for two hours every day. Megan was Smart, witty, just a bit nerdy, and she played guitar. There's something sexy about a girl who plays guitar; I'd know, I'm one of them. She was only a couple of inches shorter than me, so 5'4", and she had perfect naturally straight brown hair. She had perfect 32C breasts, the same as mine. I'd know, since we were dating, and occasionally shared. We also sat next to each other in the guitar section. After Music, a spot of lunch, and then it was off to Economics. I would've liked Econ more if Megan was in it. I usually sat in the back of the lecture hall with Dan, Steve, and Luke. I really only went to Econ to hang out with them in the back of the class After I was done with classes for the day, I headed home to grab my workout clothes and grabbed my package from the new R.A. and opened up the large envelope on the way up, but I knew what to expect. It was a cleverly nerdy t-shirt. It was the six black chess pieces, but the knight was replaced with Batman: The Dark Knight. Hilarious. I re-folded the shirt and put it into my T-shirt drawer, then grabbed a tanktop, sports bra, and shorts and hit the rec center. After a light workout, I checked the scale. "135, not bad," I thought. "Plus, half of it is probably these puppies." I grabbed my breasts, still a little new to me and smiled. I held that smile all the way back to my dorm room, where I found Megan, undressed on my bed. My smile grew as I dropped my shorts and removed my shirt, and hopped on top of her. Life was good.